Normally I really loath this time. I loath it because it means layers and for all my love of fashion, I actually dislike wearing clothes. I'm happiest when I can spend a day in a bathing suit, or wear a light dress that just grazes my skin. That is my bliss. That is my happy place. So yes, I normally loath this time of year when I know that the heat is leaving and the cold is settling in.
But I don't loath it. Surprisingly. I don't mind it too much. The layers are coming on, but I'm not minding it too much. I'm enjoying the layers. Maybe it's my new love of Victoria Secret slips under clothes that make it feel like summer is still here. Maybe it's a milder season, and my hatred will only come out once the snow falls. Or maybe it's that my perspective is shifting.
Whatever it is. I'm just gonna go with it.